FAKE LOVE (ME, MY HUSBAND, AND HIS GUNPLA)

Episodes 10

Prejudice of heartburn

Only truth can be light

For the soul that is under the preconceived

Arlin tried hard not to cry. Repeatedly

he breathed and exhaled slowly.

Preventing the tear from penetrating his body.

Arlin knew that he could not cry over Delan's behavior that sometimes looked down on him. Shouldn't he and Delan be in love with each other? So why should there be pain?

But the woman moves with her heart. Although his mind forbade, exposing millions of facts about how foolish his actions were, his heart was still injured.

One circle escaped and was immediately wiped roughly. Arlin threw his body into the bed. Immerse his face in a pillow and hope the darkness he now feels will help him get rid of the pain.

“Udah don't baper. Who knows if your life will be happy ending like them.”

Rietma's voice this morning came back. Yeah .. he can't keep this up.

Arlin rose from his sleep. The last drop that escaped from his left eye was quickly pushed aside. He cannot always live in chaos. He must rise!

Delan is definitely not the woman's dream romantic man. Let alone romantic, Arlin sense Delan's sensitivity was minus, not just at zero.

First of all, Arlin had to come up with a plan. He moved towards the closet. Take out a brown yearly planner along with a set of colorful gel pens.

“Plan to conquer Delan”

Write Arlin big on one of the blank pages. For a moment his mind turned around. Arlin felt there should be a deadline. If Delan does not turn out well, then you should just get divorced.

After all, what if getting married just to be verbally based. Doesn't he just want to avoid the wounds of always being asked ‘when wedlock’?

At this moment the shoulder-haired woman was aware, her exhaustion of repeated questions, not as heavy as what she had borne while married with the wrong intentions.

“One Year.”

Arlin wrote a sub-title underneath with a pink pen. Then deftly Arlin gave a purple circle.

Thus, Arlin spent until midnight. Copying the outline of his conquest plans onto A4 sheets for wall-mounting. So that he could see it at all times. Remember it every time.

While the plan that he put together with details is written on the agenda. Food menus, what smoothies to make, shopping lists, even Arlin began to glance at clothing stores on Instagram.

This Sunday morning smoothie is a little different. Arlin makes a dragon fruit smoothie served in a bowl. A mixture of dragon fruit, mango, kiwi, pineapple, and spinach, resulting in a cheerful pink color. On it is sprinkled granola with dried raisins, as well as slices of strawberries, bananas, kiwi, and mangoes. It was arranged like a rainbow on a bowl. So pretty.

Arlin was very satisfied to see Delan flabbergasted at the cubit of his work that morning. But Arlin pretended not to notice.

“What do you want to eat?” Arlin smiled as gently as possible. The petite woman tried as hard as she could to forget all of Delan's bad behavior and focus on the good that her husband did.

“What aja.” Delan acted indifferently.

Arlin thought for a moment. “Like Korean cuisine?” His hand grabbed Delan's empty bowl and dragged him forward.

“Lumayan.” Delan looked worried.

There was a small nod hearing Delan's reply. Arlin looked very pleased. “Then I make kimchi-tteokbokki kimbap, huh? At night we can eat tteokbokki the same onigiri. Coincidentally pesenan kimchi and tteokbokki I just until yesterday.”

Delan consented.

“But I need sesame nori big, nih. Discharged. Anterin shopping can?” Arlin began to launch his first tactic. If he can be alone in a public place, maybe Arlin can see Delan's good side and learn it. Ah, I mean, jaim Delan's side.

Not immediately getting an answer, Arlin again urged subtly. “Lo busy? I find it hard to ride an angkot. I also can't drive a car or a motor.”

There was a breath heard. Arlin could see Delan's lazy expression. For a moment she saw her husband re-open his smartphone. Not giving the expected answer.

“Red all.” Delan pointed his phone screen in front of Arlin. Waze app showing traffic density plastered there. Total jams!

“Not effective if we get in the car. There's old ones on the road. I ride my own motorbike. You just send it to my WhatsApp, want to shop what and where.” Not adding any dialogue afterwards, Delan got up and headed straight for his room.

For a moment Arlin was stunned to see her husband's miraculous behavior. But it's fast. After all, Delan still wants to shop for something he needs. Although maybe it was only because the 31-year-old man wanted to eat the menu he offered. I don't know. Arlin tried not to think too much about the negative. Immediately typed some ingredients and address supermarket ingredients import subscription.

Before long, Delan had already disappeared with his Honda Blade. Arlin who accompanied him to the garage began to close the gate and enter. That's when he saw something he shouldn't have been there.

“ASTAGFIRULLAH!” Arlin screamed out loud.

A black shadow figure with a swerving tail appeared

moving in the distance.

“Not to be surprised.” The shadow let out its gentile voice.

Ellysabeth Astuti walks in the style of a top model. A long black dress made of silk wrapped her slim body. The dress was so long that it swept the floor. Its long chest, arms, and tail are given a graceful lace accent.

But that was not what surprised Arlin. How did Elly come out of her house?

“Kok can?” Arlin was still glued to where he stood.

“Oh, Jeng Arlin doesn't know yet? If me and Delan were ever tied?”

Arlin blinked in disbelief. Bound up? The contract? Whahuh? The marriage? Same with himself? Is Delan married to a covenant on many women?

“Mampus aja tuh, guys!” arlin Gumam.

“I don't care what kind of bond Delan is with Jeng Elly. But now Delan is tied to marriage with me. After all, the main problem is how can Jeng Elly get into my house without permission?”

“Home Jeng Arlin?” Elly thunts.

Arlin felt an uncomfortable feeling infiltrate his heart.

“This is my home.” Elly said with an icy tone.

There is a very clear emphasis on my word.

Arlin's heart seemed to be pulled from its place, twisted and squeezed firmly.

“Yeah, now it's Delan's home. What is clear, the process behind the name is not finished.” Elly was in the wind. Her hands caressed her bearded hair adorned with tiny cobbled swarovski hairpins.

“So Delan and Jeng Elly Arlin pointed at Elly who was still unmoved in her position.

Elly nodded with a sigh.

“This used to be my home. Trus I sell to Delan, deh.” Arlin was like hail hearing Elly's statement

just now. Elly's words instantly sounded reasonable in her ears.

Delan and Elly are under contract to sell the house. Not marriage! Moreover, marrying siri like her shadow. The kitchen design was made by Elly, even this house is still on behalf of the snake because the process is not finished.

Arlin again cursed his mind that was too far away. Ah no, Arlin felt that Elly had deliberately trapped him with a swirling sentence. Damnit damnit!

“It's natural that I can enter from the back door. I still have the key.”

Arlin remembered the door that was connected to the neighbor's house in the backyard. The locked door he had forgotten. Apparently Elly still has the key.

“I understand that this house used to have Jeng Elly. But now it belongs to my husband. And Jeng Elly does not have the right to enter as well as jidat.” Arlin stared at Elly's wide shining forehead.

For the first time, Arlin put up a fight. He could not imagine if later he and Delan had a fight, then suddenly the female snake appeared in their midst. Can run it all!

Elly's neatly shaved brows furrowed deeply. It clearly felt an aura of dislike towards Arlin emanated.

“I will ask Delan to change the door lock. Please respect the privacy of others. Now, please go! Jeng Elly knows right, the way home?” Arlin quipped a little harshly. The thin-lipped woman tried desperately to suppress her sense of intimidation. He must be brave!

Elly grunts. He did not expect Arlin to be able to fight. But suddenly a sly smile fell on her red lips.

“Oh yes, if the husband has been willing to shop for a wife, at least love kiss, dong. Masa kayak. Husband wants to change clothes just not menemenin.”

Arlin. Since when did Elly peek at her morning activities? Secretly glimpsed the back door. There is a large window from the back garden that goes straight to the kitchen. If people hide behind doors, he can peer into the house clearly.

You idiot! Delan should have put the curtains in there. But who would have thought there would be people peering out of the backyard?

“Go!”

This time Arlin half snapped. His frustration had reached its peak.

“No need to be evicted I do want to go.” Elly crossed her arms around her chest. “I have a wedding invitation with the son of the office this afternoon. Would you like to ask, if Jeng Arlin was also invited.”

Elly looked at Arlin who was still wearing a sheepish negligee and without makeup. In her head was a dirty Cinderella story.

“Surely Jeng Arlin was not invited.” Elly lifted the tail of her dress and held it up.

Elly walked towards Arlin and swerved nearby to continue walking towards the exit. His style shows as if Arlin is just a bedbug that is not worth seeing.

Just as Elly closed the gate and walked away, Arlin realized something.

“Subhanallaaaah .. he did not take off the shoes from tawaiiii!!” Screams rang out as Arlin realized there were footprints in the shape of the soles of high heels giving mementos on the floor he had just patted earlier this morning.

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